| Neverending, timeless vast expance
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| Incredible at whole
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| We’re not alone in this Universe
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| No restrictions, no solicitations
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| Theres no place for them anymore
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| Still, I don’t think so, not anymore
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| We are the open source of creations
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| I woke up one sunny morning and stopped believing in Jesus
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| We overarching aim of expansion
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| I stopped to pray in churches, I stopped listening to preachers
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| Recollect concealed knowingness
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| Inner standpoint, firm convictions
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| We are the source of creations!
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| We count on you!
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| Can you hear invoking sound from inside
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| Its shows essential way
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| My skepticism, I’ll admit, seems unfounded and I can’t say
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| It even rises to the level of an instinct
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| All your dreams, start flight of fancy
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| And they take you away…
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| We count on you!
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| Let go of your sons
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| They are dreaming about space
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| Can you see
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| Can you hear
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| Can you feel
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| Rise up
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| Your hands up
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| We are the source of creations! |